Chapter 150: The Beautician

At 4:00 PM, Tang Song drove to the Yunxi Building.

The company was a hive of activity.

Tonight from 7:00 to 10:00, they would officially launch their second live stream.

After keeping his colleagues busy for a while.

Tang Song took Gao Mengting to the General Manager's office.

He explained the details he had negotiated with Qi Wen at Jinxiu Trading.

With his status as a high-level executive, plus Xiao Jing as a good friend, everything proceeded very smoothly.

The supply price was very low, even cheaper than what they would get by negotiating with the factory, and they would also be given the highest rebate ratio.

"There's definitely no problem with the channels; sales will come to sign the contract with us tomorrow." Tang Song looked at his pleasing partner beside him and patted her shoulder gently, "The next step depends on product selection. I don't know much about this, so I'm counting on you."

Gao Mengting smiled and nodded, beginning to softly express her thoughts.

Because the live streaming room had developed much faster than she had imagined, some of the original plans had been disrupted.

For example, the 350,000 worth of goods she had—she originally thought they would sell for a long time, but now they would be sold out in at most two more sessions.

She had already contacted the previous supplier to reorder a batch of summer clothing.

The early stage would still focus on these end-of-season clearance items, evaluating demand based on the live streaming room's fan profile and transaction data to determine the single items that needed to be purchased.

The two sat on the sofa in the office break area, chatting and laughing, and before they knew it, it was past 6:00 PM.

"Knock, knock, knock—" A knock suddenly sounded.

"Please come in."

Immediately after, He Liting's head poked in.

Seeing the two bosses sitting together, she paused and whispered, "President Tang, President Gao, the meal you ordered has arrived."

After saying that, she gently closed the door.

The two chatted for a few more minutes about product selection and procurement.

Tang Song's phone, which was on the table, suddenly rang.

"Then I'll go eat first." Gao Mengting greeted him and pushed the door open to leave.

Tang Song picked up his phone and looked at it, the corners of his mouth lifting.

It was actually Zhao Yaqian.

This busy beautician friend rarely called him on her own initiative, especially at this time of day.

He answered the call, "Hello, Qian Qian."

A cheerful voice quickly came through the receiver: "Brother Song, I'm on the day shift today and can get off work at 7:00 PM. That... can you come pick me up?"

Tang Song raised his wrist to check the time and smiled lightly, "Of course I can, 7:00 PM, see you there."

He wouldn't refuse the small request of his girlfriend.

"Mm-hmm, see you there."

He hung up the phone.

Tang Song tidied up his things simply and went to the large conference room to say goodbye to his colleagues.

Now that the live streaming was on the right track, there was no need for him, the boss, to participate in every session.

Watching Tang Song's departing back, He Liting bit her lip.

She opened her phone and sent a message to her cousin: "Qian Qian, I'm working overtime tonight. After you finish eating, you can take your boyfriend to sit at Tiankuo Garden."

Isha Beauty Salon.

Zhao Yaqian saw the message from her cousin and felt a rush of heat to her face.

Letting Brother Song go to her room...

Her mind couldn't help but recall the scenes from that night in the car.

She bit her moist lips, feeling an itch in her heart.

At 19, a young girl who had just tasted the forbidden fruit was equally full of curiosity and longing for intimacy with her boyfriend.

Amidst anxious waiting, it was finally time to get off work.

Zhao Yaqian ran to the changing room, opened her beloved Carryall, took out the white dress she had bought last time, put it on, and quickly touched up her makeup in the mirror.

Walking out of the beauty salon entrance, a wave of heat hit her face.

Zhao Yaqian stood on the steps and saw the elegant silver Mercedes on the side of the road at a glance, as well as Tang Song standing beside it.

A big smile bloomed on her face, and she ran over while tidying her hair.

"Brother Song." She stopped half a meter away from Tang Song, standing very straight, looking at him with gentle and expectant eyes.

Tang Song praised her sincerely, "This dress is really beautiful, it suits you very well, and it looks very elegant when you wear it."

Hearing this, Zhao Yaqian beamed instantly, "I'm on the day shift for the first time, so I specifically brought it over; this is the first time I've worn it outside."

This was the most expensive piece of clothing she had ever bought, and also the sexiest; she couldn't wait for him to see it.

After saying that, she spun around in front of him.

The soft, silky hem of the dress and her thick, wavy long hair fluttered gently in the wind.

Tang Song hugged her youthful and hot body and gave her a heavy kiss on the cheek, "Qian Qian is really beautiful."

Zhao Yaqian's eyes sparkled, and she also kissed him on the cheek, "Brother Song is really handsome."

Immediately after, the two laughed out loud at the same time.

They got into the car.

Zhao Yaqian turned to the side, excited, "Brother Song, today I want to fulfill the promise I made to you, you can't stop me."

"What promise?"

"Fill it up with 95! Steak buffet!" Zhao Yaqian pointed forward with her finger, "Gogogo, let's go to the gas station first!"

Tang Song was stunned, the scene from back then popping into his mind.

Rainbow umbrella, rainy night, "nice guy" card, wait until I get my salary...

"Did you get the salary you were owed before?"

Zhao Yaqian smiled, "Not yet, but I'm in a very good mood now and want to fulfill my promise."

Looking at his enthusiastic beautician friend, Tang Song didn't say anything more and started the car.

Arriving at a nearby gas station, Zhao Yaqian rolled down the car window and couldn't wait to say loudly, "Hello, fill it up with 95!"

Filling it up cost exactly 500 yuan, totaling 61 liters.

Zhao Yaqian opened her bulging little wallet, pulled out five brand-new red bills, and handed them over generously.

After paying, she started the car.

Tang Song looked at her wallet, which had instantly flattened, and asked, "You didn't empty out your entire savings, did you?"

Zhao Yaqian stuck out her tongue, "I got 2300 in cash last time, spent 1800 on clothes, and just happened to have this 500 left."

Tang Song rubbed her head and smiled, "I'll transfer you some money later."

"No, no!" Zhao Yaqian bit her lip, her voice weak, "Brother Song, I don't know if you believe me, but I don't like you because you drive a luxury car. Even if you had come to pick me up in a Wuling Hongguang that night, I... I would still have let you kiss me."

Tang Song nodded firmly, "I believe you."

After all, with the system as a witness, this couldn't be fake.

Zhao Yaqian, who had originally wanted to explain, was instantly moved to tears and took the initiative to pull Tang Song's hand and place it on her thigh, "Brother Song, you're so kind."

Tang Song held her plump and warm thigh, stepped hard on the gas, and the car drove toward the Wanda Mall.

They arrived at the steak buffet Zhao Yaqian had been thinking about.

Actually, the price wasn't expensive; for two people, the group purchase was only 399 yuan.

Besides steak, there were all kinds of cooked food, fruits, seafood, desserts, and so on.

Zhao Yaqian was like a diligent little bee, soon filling the table with food.

When the grilled steak was served, Zhao Yaqian picked up a knife and fork, cut it carefully, and handed it to Tang Song.

She swallowed and said, "Brother Song, try it, this is my favorite kind, it's so delicious!"

Tang Song forked a piece and tasted it, "It's indeed very delicious, thank you Qian Qian."

Zhao Yaqian's eyes curved, "As long as you like it, and there's this sushi, the ham inside is super delicious."

"You should eat too, don't just keep putting food on my plate."

"Mm-hmm."

The two chatted while sharing the food.

They ate for a full hour.

8:30 PM.

Tiankuo Garden residential area.

The two walked hand in hand around the residential area, Zhao Yaqian telling him about her high school life and interesting anecdotes in a spoiled tone.

After walking a lap, she pulled Tang Song to stand under a bright street lamp.

Leaning her body slightly, she rested her head on his shoulder, holding his hand.

She took out her phone, took a photo of their shadows, and happily posted it to her Moments.

Standing downstairs at Building 8, Tang Song pointed to the car beside them, his gaze hot, "Qian Qian, let's go to the back seat for a while, shall we?"

Zhao Yaqian was stunned, but soon reacted, whispering, "My cousin is working overtime today and isn't home."

Having learned her lesson last time, she had been diligently cleaning the room every day recently.

Hearing this, Tang Song was instantly full of energy.

Rare! His beautician friend was actually taking the initiative to invite him!

With a "click," he pushed open the car door, his voice clear, "Let's go, my dear."

Zhao Yaqian's face flushed, and she quickly followed him out of the car.

In the somewhat aged stairwell, Zhao Yaqian stomped her feet hard, lighting up the voice-activated lamp.

The two walked quietly in the narrow stairwell, the atmosphere becoming increasingly ambiguous.

Arriving in front of door 402.

Zhao Yaqian opened her bag and took out the key; because she was somewhat nervous, she tried several times before inserting it into the lock and successfully opening the door.

"Bang!" The door was closed hard.

Zhao Yaqian changed her shoes and took him into the living room.

Looking at the clean and tidy room, Zhao Yaqian said happily, "Brother Song, my room is the one on the north side, sit wherever you like, I'll go pour you some water."

Tang Song grabbed her arm and said sincerely, "No need, Qian Qian, let's go see your room first, I'm quite curious."

Zhao Yaqian nodded, pushed open her bedroom door, and said loudly, "Ta-da—"

"Isn't it very tidy? I pay great attention to personal hygiene, and my clothes and quilts are always folded carefully." Zhao Yaqian tried her best to make her boyfriend have a good impression of her, telling a lie without blushing or skipping a beat.

The bedroom, less than 10 square meters, had nothing but a bed and a vanity, on which many bottles and jars were neatly arranged; on the walls, various posters and ornaments were pasted.

Tang Song closed the door and locked it casually.

Hearing the sound, Zhao Yaqian trembled, her face instantly turning flushed.

Yet she still raised her head boldly, even taking the initiative to wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him.

Soon, the beautiful white dress fell to the floor.

Tang Song faced the sexiness and heat of the beautician.

In the small room, the temperature rose sharply.

Zhao Yaqian bit her moist, full lips and whispered, "Brother Song, can we do it like last time?"

After saying that, she pointed to her heart.

Tang Song felt a surge of hot blood, his hands gripping the truth and the wine-glass legs, leaning into her ear to whisper a few words.

Then, he grabbed her hand and moved it downward.

Zhao Yaqian exclaimed, her voice trembling, "Like this... then... I'll try." ===== CHAPTER 151 =====